Cuckoo Cuckold

She's interested in the book I've written for her

Pages upon pages that are just for her

There's only one sentence, repeated, but it fills the book

"I belong to you."

As I crawled to her for her expected morning foot worship, I couldn’t help but notice the highly provocative pose she presented to me. My President had clearly been out entertaining last night as I noticed her outfit, bra and panties, and even her heels and stockings littered on the floor as I crawled by. I knew my President was naked on the couch, but her private areas, those reserved for the alphas in her life, were fully concealed from my view. There was a smell about her that grew stronger as I approached, and I knew then that my President had not been alone the past night. I couldn’t help but wonder the site I might see if she just spread her legs a little, but it was not to be. Footsies serve the feet of their Superiors, nothing more.